"OK.()?()?()?()?()"
Qin Ran said calmly.
It's as if it's just an ordinary 'good morning' greeting, rather than a life event that should be carefully considered.
However, the Mary in front of her was an incomparable surprise.
That excited and excited expression made her hug Qin Ran.
It was different from what I remembered, but more enthusiastic.
"Very good!"
James VIII whispered.
There is a sense of relief that the last task has finally been completed.
Kieran looked at Mary and James, their expressions were completely in line with all the expressions when they got the exciting news, and they were extremely real.
Even, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake at all.
"If you don't have that superior feeling of yours... it's really the same as the real thing!"
Qin Ran whispered to himself.
He raised his head, his gaze penetrated the roof of the tent, and he saw an existence in the void.
James VIII, who was hugging Qin Ran's Mary and muttering in a low voice, stopped at this moment.
Their bodies are rapidly decaying.
Once again, he turned into the half-mummy, half-skeleton look of the dead.
The deceased Mary hugged Qin Ran with the strength to strangle a cow, while the deceased James VIII drew out a long rusty sword and stabbed at Qin Ran.
But Qin Ran was indifferent.
It seems that you can't see everything in front of you.
…
Prairie camp.
In the deepest tent, Herta, who has a human body, half human face, and half soul monster face, sits cross-legged on an exquisite and gorgeous blanket, surrounded by a dozen statues of demons and gods, large and small, His face is kind and kind, but his face is blue-faced and fangs.
But no matter what they looked like, these statues were all staring at the wooden carvings on the short table in front of Herta with evil eyes.
The wood carvings are lifelike.
It was Kieran who had shrunk countless times.
"You still want to resist?"
Hertha whispered to himself.
His tone was filled with disdain.
Then, he moved his fingers slightly, and a low incantation sounded.
An awl made of bronze, the size of a head, with a hint of copper green was held in Heta's hand, and then it stabbed fiercely at Qin Ran's wood carving.
puff!
Bronze awls penetrate root-to-root from the carved wooden celestial cap.
A stream of bright red blood spurted out from the seven orifices of the wood carving, splashing Heta's hand.
Hertha shook his hand absently, and immediately, a priceless blanket was permeated with scarlet.
Getting up from the blanket, Herta strode out of the tent.
"send troops!"
Hertha said to the messenger who had been waiting outside the tent.
Immediately the orderly bowed to answer.
After a while, the whole camp was in operation, and one after another the leaders gathered together, with the strongest members of their respective tribes behind them, riding the fastest horses and holding the sharpest weapons.
charge!
An overwhelming charge!
Hertha saw Thunder Fortress was blown to pieces.
Satisfied, he returned to his tent.
Everything is a foregone conclusion!
The rest are just some necessary finishing touches.
And it's none of his business anymore.
Hertha believes those tribal leaders will do better.
So, Hertha lay down.
Lying on the blood-stained blanket.
Hertha could feel the exhaustion of mind and body. It was obviously just a shot aimed at the Snake faction. Who would have thought that it would lead to 2567, the biggest obstacle to breaking the Thunder Fortress.
However, this is good news for Hertha.
Even though he was in a hurry, his secret technique still had the desired effect.
The strong man who could defeat a thousand in real life died directly in his own 'secret realm of soul'.
It's really ridiculous.
Thinking of the unbelievable face of the opponent when he died, Hertha couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.
"I have experienced all kinds of life, and even saw my own child on the throne, but in the end I found out that everything is illusory... That taste, tsk tsk!"
"It's a pity that the preparation was too hasty, otherwise, I will get a stronger soul!"
Herta lying there sneered in a low voice, full of pity.
With such a sigh, Hertha was going to close his eyes and take a short rest.
But at the moment of closing his eyes, Hertha immediately opened his eyes again.
His eyes looked at a dozen statues, large and small, that looked like demons and gods.
These statues are the souls of the strong men killed by him, and they are the evil gods among all things born, which are the source of his power.
There are twelve in total.
Hertha, who wipes these statues every day, can't remember this number incorrectly.
but…
The moment he closed his eyes, there seemed to be one more.
"1, 2, 3... 11?!"
Herta counted the surrounding statues carefully.
The result that can be drawn is 11, one less!
"this?!"
Heta frowned, subconsciously chanted a spell, and the power of the eleven statues around him began to spread, and it was driven by his heart.
Suddenly, a force appeared behind him.
Hertha turned around directly, and the statue that he hadn't seen before appeared on the short table.
Feeling the power of obedience, Hertha was slightly relieved.
Hertha raised his hand and picked up the statue.
For things involving the soul, such strange things are not uncommon, so that he strengthens the spell every once in a while.
But there will still be a lot of trouble.
Fortunately, the minor annoyances are harmless.
"Sure enough, I am a strong man with one enemy against a thousand. After using the 'Secret Realm of the Soul', my talisman loosened. Tomorrow I need..."
Herta, who was thinking about impacting the strengthening spell tomorrow, suddenly thought of something, and turned around with a slightly stiff body.
The statue carved out of Qin Ran was gone.
If Hertha can guess what happened besides the appearance of the original statue, the disappearance of a 'new' statue is enough to make Hertha feel like an enemy.
Because Hertha knows the danger of the soul better than anyone else.
Ignoring the exhaustion after casting the 'Secret Realm of the Soul', Hertha launched his secret technique again.
Immediately, the dozen or so statues around came to life.
It's just that there seems to be one more of those statues.
It was the statue that belonged to Qin Ran.
But the breath is completely different from the real Kieran.
arrogant!
When Herta's eyes saw the statue, the statue suddenly became larger, from the size of a palm to the size of a human being, and then continued to inflate like a balloon.
After just a few breaths, a giant like a mountain looked down on Hertha.
His eyes are cold and arrogant, and his breath is like a god.
Herta, who was stared at, felt even more like an ant.
Hertha knew that it was necessary to get away from everything in front of them as soon as possible.
Otherwise it will be too late.
But he felt that his whole body was limp at the moment, his eyelids kept drooping, and he couldn't restrain his sleepiness.
"can not sleep!"
"can not sleep!"
Hoo, hoo...
Herta, who couldn't stop reminding herself one moment, snored soundly in the next moment.
'Lazy' yawned and stepped out of the shadows.
It's just that the eyes it looked at the surrounding statues exuded a dazzling light.
Not the slightest bit lazy.
But immediately it covered everything up.
because…
'arrogant'! (.)
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